we part to meet again..

A new morning has begun…..i woke up earlier today, and after a long time, could hear the chirping of the birds. The wind was still cool and fresh and rushed into me. With its revival, the morning brings calmness, a new start, a new life….But then, the tranquility was within…..

Yesterday, we went to Hostel no. 2….from where our journey began and that seemed longer than four years then…..but it was not. Time went back, like a roller coaster of memories….four years passed like four beautiful moments….and then we stood there….our birth place, hostel no.2, room no.2116. The room, me, surya, tomar and all the indoris where the friendship was born and culminated and nourished by the togetherness, those naughty jokes, night outs, fragile sentiments, strong brotherhood, music, chattering, shouts, and some unsaid but heard sobs. Everything was as clear as the sky.

And we stood there, looking at each other, recognizing how we’d looked then, and what we’d become now…..changes brought by will or circumstances. But we were all the same; deep down inside we were again those vulnerable first year fresher. Or may be still we are, with a shield of four years to protect this innocence from the world and to tackle and accept newer challenges. Every one seemed on the verge to cry or at least to drop one tear from the eyes, the tear that could perhaps leave a trace of our existence on that place forever….but we didn’t. We waited for each other, gave strength to each other that we’ll still be together no matter what time or place. Or may be we felt short of tears, our eyes might have dried, or our smiles might have taken over. Nothing felt more valuable than those days, we could have paid any price to get them back, but we were all spent. Everything that starts has a relevant ending, I always thought. And indeed it is that everything ends in a similar fashion and in a similar time and may be at the similar place, in my experience.

Before few days, things were different and after few days, they may be a lot more different. Yesterday was a juncture, a turning point with the uncertainty of where the new road will lead, or whether the roads were different for each of us? That scared us most. Perhaps, we all stood at the common square for the last time, till where we’ve made our way together, hand in hand. Did we hold our hands for the last time and swiftly parted without a thought of it in our mind? I hope destiny proves me wrong again, at least this time, with its rule of

“We meet to part and part to meet again”